an excuse

I wake up and, for the first time since maybe April, I get up to shut the window a bit. Because it is cold outside.

Biking to or from work is not an option. Not for me. The rain is coming down hard. I’d look bewitching with strands of wet hair plastered to my face, clothes dripping the dirty puddle water, fingers purple red from the cold.

Still, poor weather is sort of liberating, isn’t it?

I finish teaching, I look out my office window – this one, right here:





…and I see no reason to exert myself. Biking, hiking, sunning, dashing, accomplishing things that require movement from one place to another? Forget it.

I settle in for a comfortable, long period of writing.